A person, a poem, walking through the most beautiful time.
Everything in the world is related to fate. This is true for people, and so is poetry.
I met a poem at the right time and at the right place. After reading it, I fell in love at first sight. I couldn’t bear to release the poem, and my mouth didn’t want to stop. Every word passed by my eyes and came out of my mouth. Clear, no distracting thoughts. After reading it thrillingly three times, I looked up and looked out the window. The sky was as blue as white, white clouds passed leisurely, birds were chirping, and the breeze was blowing on my face. Where were the people? Where does your heart go? Zhuangzi's so-called "sitting and forgetting" is probably this state.
After the beginning of autumn, the heat is still there. But occasionally the wind blows and I can already feel a bit of coolness.
Sit in front of the window and leave it wide open. Open that novel about a third of the way through and enter a world. I read a poem: I once learned to dance to spend my youth. Stunned. Something in my heart trembled. I spent my youthful years, once upon a time, in my youthful years... What was it that moved me? Which word is it?
Remembering that this was a line in a long poem, I opened Baidu and found "The Ancient Meaning of Chang'an", a work by Lu Zhaolin, one of the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty. 34 couplets, 68 sentences, 476 words. Facing the computer, read aloud, sentence by sentence, without thinking, just read. Let every couplet, every sentence, and every word come straight out of the computer, across a space of tens of centimeters, directly into my brain, and then into my heart, vibrating together with my heartbeat.
After three times, close the Baidu page, open it, and start writing an article to record a poem that comes to your heart through your brain. The chirping of cicadas coming from the willow branches by the moat outside the window was the same tone as what Lu Zhaolin heard in Chang'an City? The Qixiang luxury cars with green oxen and white horses were passing by on Chang'an Avenue. Where the horsewhip pointed, a dragon held a treasure cover and a phoenix spit out tassels. On both sides of the red-dusted avenue, among the thick locust trees, the chirping of birds gently passed into the Chu Tower and Qin Pavilion rising from the sky, disappearing in the charming songs. The woman who sang "Once upon a time learned how to dance" did her eyes fall on which young man in the midst of the feasting?
Thousands of sails have passed by, but no one has returned. The hustle and bustle, laughter and chatter in front of you are both close at hand and far away.
The ancient meaning of Chang'an, this "ancient meaning", has been from the Tang Dynasty to the present. When Lu Zhaolin was looking at Tianya Road on the streets of Chang'an, his "ancient meaning" was in the more distant Han Dynasty. After thousands of years, the poet who wrote "The Ancient Meaning of Chang'an" has also become part of the ancient meaning. When he wrote these poems, did he ever think that he would follow these poems for thousands of years and become a part of Chang'an. The BMW cars he saw on the streets of Chang'an are still running on wider roads. The Luo Ru treasure belts he wandered around in those days are still being played in the feasting and feasting. The Yange and Zhao dances he heard back then , and is still swaying wantonly in the dark rooms.
Chang'an in ancient times is an unchanging time.
Poetry is eternal, and people are humble in front of poetry. Perhaps, the poetry was not written by the poet, but the poetry found an outlet in the poet. At the right time and in the right place, eternal poetry appeared.
Just like this song "Ancient Meaning of Chang'an", it has been alive in the world since its birth more than a thousand years ago. Traveling through the Tang Dynasty, Song Dynasty, until today, and into the distant future, it echoes in the hearts of everyone, and echoes between heaven and earth.
A person, a poem, walking in time.
What is time? Where did those people who disappeared from history go? When the sea turns into mulberry fields several times, why does time never grow old? Everything in time ages, only time remains new forever.
The author of the novel I read said that using words to defeat time is a kind of heroic and delusional idea. Words, like everything in the world, are created in time, and they will inevitably disappear in time one day.
What is eternity? Eternity is nothing but a long period of time. Time passes through each lonely soul moment by moment. When time goes by, poetry emerges from these souls, shining brightly and lasting forever in time.
A gust of autumn wind crossed the window sill, blowing a string of wind chimes and ringing gently. Outside the window, willow branches are fluttering, the river is gurgling, and time remains the same.
I saw the two familiar big white birds again, clinging to the river, flying side by side, from east to west, and then from west to east. After going back and forth several times, they flew high above the water. One after another, they spread their wings and flew eastward until they disappeared from my sight.
Attachment: Lu Zhaolin·Chang'an ancient meaning
Chang'an Avenue is narrow and sloping, with green oxen and white horses and seven-scented carriages.
Jade chariots passed through the main hall, and golden whips came to the Hou family.
The dragon holds a treasure in its head to carry the morning sun, and the phoenix spits out tassels to carry the sunset.
Hundred-foot hairsprings compete around the tree, and a flock of delicate birds sing.
Bees and butterflies are playing beside thousands of doors, and green trees and silver platforms are of thousands of colors.
The complex road and the windows are used as acacia trees, and the double bridges are connected with hanging phoenix wings.
The Liang Family Painting Pavilion rises from the middle of the sky, and the golden stems of Emperor Han are straight out.
Looking at each other in front of the building but not knowing each other, meeting on the street and knowing each other?
I would like to ask Xiang Ziyan, who plays the flute, once learned to dance to spend his youth.
How can I die if I have achieved success? I would like to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals.
It’s so enviable to be like a mandarin duck with a pair of eyes. Will you see them both when they go and when they come back?
When I was born, I embroidered the solitary Luan on the forehead of the tent, so that I could take the door curtain and post it with two swallows.
Swallows fly around the painted beams, and the green curtains are covered with tulips.
The cicadas on the temples are covered with clouds, and the crows are yellow in the early moon.
The crow-yellow, pink-and-white girl comes out of the car, with a coquettish expression and different emotions.
The demon boy's BMW is tied with money, and the prostitute is bent on her knees with a dragon and gold.
The crow crows at night in the Yushi Mansion, and the bird wants to perch in front of Tingwei's gate.
The faint Zhucheng faces the jade road, and there is no golden embankment in the distance.
Flying eagle with a missile to the north of Duling, Tanwan borrowing guests to the west of Weiqiao.
We all invite knights and swordsmen, Furong Sword, and stay in prostitutes' houses.
At dusk, the prostitute wears a purple skirt and sings a clear song, which fills the atmosphere.
People in Beitang are like the moon every night, and people in Nanmo are like clouds in the morning.
Nanmo and Beitang are connected to Beili. Five dramas and three articles control three cities.
The weak willows and green locust trees droop on the ground, and the good atmosphere rises from the red dust in the dark sky.
During the Han Dynasty, King Wu came with thousands of horses and brought an emerald Tu Su Parrot Cup.
Luo Ru's treasure belt is for you to interpret, Yan Ge and Zhao Wu are for you to open.
There is no luxury in calling a general or prime minister, and he will not give in when the day comes.
The source of the spirit is to drain the husband, and the authoritarian judgment cannot tolerate Xiao Xiang.
The authoritative spirit is a heroic spirit, the green Qiu and purple swallows sit on the spring breeze.
He said that he has been singing and dancing for thousands of years, and he said that he was arrogant and extravagant.
The mulberry fields and blue seas will change in a moment.
In the past, there was a white jade hall with golden steps, but now only green pines can be seen.
Living in the lonely Yangtze, I live in bed with a book every year.
The unique Nanshan osmanthus hair is flying around and attacking people's skirts.